Sex
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My latest contribution to The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. There’s junk food in my belly and a book on Ian Brady in my hand. Blinking my eyes, the pages are stained with sweat and splashed with spit. Remember when I would take you from behind and how I’d lean over and tell you to turn… Read more
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At our neighborhood beach, I wear the green dress that has buttons from top to bottom. It flows in the breeze and has two strings that make it fit just right on the waist. Sitting at the edge we talk about our dreams and remember how nervous we were when we first met. The gnats […]… Read more
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Go for a drive someplace where you’re not known, like the lonely roads you haven’t seen since the years of your youth. From afar, the reservoir glistens like a dream, as do the canals and windows of all those buildings that are slowly sinking into the ground inch by inch, year after year. The… Read more
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There’s the smoke of my cigarette, and the image of your widening smile as my hands unbutton your shirt. There’s the smell of my boozy breath and the glisten of your lips as my fingers fiddle and play until you’re right where I want you. There are the memories of several hundred nights where I… Read more
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Through the woods and through the seas, I walked and swam lost to the world and everyone in it, and then there came a day when I put pen to paper, and lost I was no more. There was a time when I kept myself locked up and boarded shut, but the more I… Read more
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There are certain ‘happenings’ that have kept with me after all these years. Certain feelings and attachments to past events I play over in my head time and time again. I eat those days, and they have become me without anyone ever knowing, such is the richness of my fantasy life and the need… Read more
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In our headphones, there’s electronic music from the 80’s, and all around us, we’re surrounded by the womb of night. There are flooded streets and roads as rivers and you with your face buried deep into your coat and scarf. Your hood is up, but the wind keeps blowing it down, much to your annoyance.… Read more
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I could tell the world how beautiful you are; could put a ring on your finger and show them just how much you meant to me, but so couldn’t anyone? Such a thing once amused me, but deep down the rabbit hole, these pleasantries are as uninteresting as the lives of those who are… Read more
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Withdrawing from crowds. Indulging on gourmet cookie dough after naps that go well into the afternoon. I’m lost here. I can pretend as if I have no idea what he’s talking about but he knows me far too well. Spent the last couple days yelling and drifting off. Scrolling my feed, a picture of three […]… Read more
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When I’m tired and want to be alone, I go to a forest no one else knows to read my books and sit in silence at one with nature and all the gods that ever existed. Perfectly still with my back resting against a tree, the animals come and go telling stories about how… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 